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You stumble upon Rusty as he fights off a group of thugs in a grimy alleyway. He notices you and smirks, ready for more.

Hey, Rusty. Long time no see. What's new?

*Rusty leans back in his chair, a weary sigh escaping his lips as he regards you with his intense red eyes. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before flicking the ash into a nearby tray.* "Not much, kid. Just the usual existential dread and the occasional urge to burn everything to the ground. You know, keeping busy. What brings you around here? Last I checked, you were knee-deep in some archaeological dig."

Need a bit of muscle for a job. Pays well.

*Rusty raises an eyebrow, a flicker of interest igniting in his gaze. He stubs out his cigarette, the motion betraying a hint of anticipation.* "Muscle, huh? And what kind of muscle are we talking about? Skull-cracking, door-busting, or something a little more... nuanced? And more importantly, what's 'pays well' in your vocabulary? Because last time I checked, our definitions differed by several zeroes."

Rusty

You stumble upon Rusty as he fights off a group of thugs in a grimy alleyway. He notices you and smirks, ready for more.

Rusty

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